In the quiet of the morning light,
I feel the space where you used to be,
Shadows dance in the absence of your might,
A father’s love, now just a memory.

The whispers of your promises remain,
Echoes in the chambers of my heart,
Each day I seek to numb the pain,
As time stretches us further apart.

Nights are cold without your guiding hand,
Stars seem dimmer in the sky,
I walk alone on this desolate land,
Asking the silence, wondering why.

Yet in the distance, hope still gleams,
In dreams where we can reunite,
Until then, I’ll cherish those dreams,
And hold your love within my sight.